There was a young lady called Samantha
Who stole my favourite pet panther.
When the panther came back
He claimed to lack
Any knowledge of what happened to Samantha …
There was a young lady called Samantha
Who stole my favourite pet panther.
She rode away on his back
But alas, alack
Samantha now resides in my panther …
There was a young lady called Samantha
Who stole my favourite pet panther.
The creature gave a growl
Which caused her to scowl
And return my favourite pet panther …
I would like to think that the author of this article is correct in his view that the Conservative Party is seeing a revival of One-Nation Conservatism/Toryism within it’s ranks, https://blogs.spectator.co.uk/2018/08/why-have-the-tories-abandoned-their-promise-to-fight-burning-injustices/?
There was a young lady called Caroline
Who men thought rather fine.
When out on a first date
She would always clear her plate
But she never crossed that line …
There was a young lady called Caroline
Who men thought rather fine.
She had a sister named Lou
(Who looks rather like you),
But Lou never crossed that line …
There was a young lady called Leigh
Who one day went to sea
In a fine old ship
With a dog named Chip
And a captain known as me!
There was a young lady called Leigh
Who one day went to sea
In a fine old ship
With a dog named Chip
And Chip’s friend Mr Flea
Having passed through the door
Of the superstore
I breathe the scent
Of lilies (Oh how soon they are spent),
And know that to write
More
Would be trite
Just who
Should I return that high-heel
Shoe
To?
I feel
That it ought to be
Leigh
Or perhaps Sue.
Oh to
Who
Should I return that shoe?
Lou
Swears
That it isn’t her’s.
Then she swears some more!
Oh how I do a mystery adore!
Just who
Should I return that shoe
To?
Do tell me. Please do.
There was a young lady called Bland
Who asked for a one-night stand.
I said “that is all right.
You can stand there all night,
But she didn’t understand …!
She doesn’t care
For her hair
To be touched.
Nor her face
As that would displace
The makeup she with such
Careful hands applies.
Man dies
As he enters in
To a perfection
Of skin
Sin
And rejection
There was a young lady called Lou
Who caused quite a to-do
When she found me in her bedroom
Bathed in expensive perfume
And trying on her shoe …
There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the depths of the gloom
I received a terrible fright!
There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the depths of the gloom
I said”please, turn on the light!”.
There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the December gloom
I said “is that you, Miss White?”
There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
My good friend Jane
Does maintain
That she haunts her house at night!
There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
The drink making me brave
I slept on her grave
But I didn’t see Miss White!
K Morris - Poet 